PooterWS6
04-14-2005, 08:58 PM
Found this on another board
"The sick Mexican husband was laying on his death bed. He had only hours
to live, when suddenly, he smelled tamales. He dearly loved tamales more
than anything else in the world, especially his querida Chita's tamales.
With every last bit of the energy left in his mind and body, the
terminally ill husband pulled himself out of bed, across the floor, down the hall, and into the kitchen.
Here, his wife was removing the fresh batch of tamales
from the stove top.
As he reached for one of the freshly made tamales, his corazon, Chita, smacked him in the back of the head with a wooden spoon: "Leave them alone, Idiot!.........They're for the funeral!"
Dan (who can identify, since his wife is half Hispanic)"
"The sick Mexican husband was laying on his death bed. He had only hours
to live, when suddenly, he smelled tamales. He dearly loved tamales more
than anything else in the world, especially his querida Chita's tamales.
With every last bit of the energy left in his mind and body, the
terminally ill husband pulled himself out of bed, across the floor, down the hall, and into the kitchen.
Here, his wife was removing the fresh batch of tamales
from the stove top.
As he reached for one of the freshly made tamales, his corazon, Chita, smacked him in the back of the head with a wooden spoon: "Leave them alone, Idiot!.........They're for the funeral!"
Dan (who can identify, since his wife is half Hispanic)"